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Davina's voice was tight with stress as she walked beside Newt down the hallway. "So, what's the plan?" She reached up to tug at her hair, her nerves clear. "You've got a plan, right?"

Newt looked at her, searching for the right words, but nothing seemed to come. "I—" he sighed heavily, the weight of the situation and lack of sleep catching up to him. His mind was a mess.

"Davina, I don't know." His voice was strained. "I guess we just have to keep him with us until school's over, then we'll take him back to where he belongs."

"So, we're just carrying him around the whole day?" Davina said, already dreading the trouble it would cause.

"It's only a few hours," Newt muttered, trying to reassure himself more than her as they made their way toward the next classroom.

Davina's eyes darted to Newt's pocket, where she could see two large brown eyes peering back at her. She exhaled. "If this thing comes out during my father's class, we're in serious trouble," she murmured, her thoughts darkening.

Newt didn't need to imagine it—he could already feel his stomach tightening at the thought of Dumbledore finding out about the bowtruckle. The whole situation was a powder keg waiting to explode.

They entered the classroom and slid into their usual seats. Davina immediately started pulling books out of her bag, stacking them high in an attempt to hide any trace of the creature. It was a clever plan, but Newt knew it wouldn't be enough. Not with Dumbledore watching.

Across the room, Albus Dumbledore leaned casually against his desk, studying the pair with an amused look. Something about their fidgeting, their nervous energy, piqued his curiosity.

"Good morning, class," Dumbledore began, his voice warm but sharp. Just as he spoke, there was a loud *thump*—all eyes turned to Newt and Davina. In his attempt to keep the bowtruckle from slipping out of his pocket, Newt had nearly fallen out of his chair.

The little creature darted between desks and benches, poking its head out only to dart back again with a cheeky flick of its tongue. Every movement was risky, every second a danger of exposure.

Davina's heart raced. Her fingers clenched around her wand beneath the desk, ready to use a bit of magic if things got out of hand. She chewed her lip, desperate to keep the situation under control.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, his gaze narrowing at them with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "What exactly are you two doing?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with that familiar, mischievous glint.

Newt froze, his face pale. His mind was a blank slate, no excuse coming to him fast enough.

Davina, thinking quickly, stepped in. "Newt lost his pen," she explained, voice steady despite the nervous tension under the table. "He was just trying to reach it."

Newt nodded vigorously, grateful for the cover, though his heart was still pounding. The class, though quiet, couldn't hold back a few stifled chuckles. It seemed like a harmless enough explanation.

"And did he get it back?" Dumbledore's voice cut through the quiet, and his eyes locked onto Davina with an innocent but pointed look.

Before she could answer, the bowtruckle, now feeling a bit braver, scampered across the floor, making a beeline for Dumbledore's case by his desk. Newt's eyes tracked its movements, his leg bouncing anxiously under the desk as he imagined the worst-case scenario.

Davina's gaze flickered between her father and Newt. She understood now—he wasn't asking about the pen. He was asking about the situation at hand, and he wasn't buying her excuse. The tension in the room thickened.

"Did he get his pen back?" Dumbledore pressed again, his smile never wavering, but his eyes narrowing with the kind of calm precision that only a headmaster possessed.

Davina blinked, realizing he was referring to the lie she'd just spun. The words slipped out almost on autopilot as she turned to Newt, who now—thankfully—held up the pen he'd managed to grab in his right hand.

"Yeah," she mumbled, still distracted by the creature who had now boldly decided to make its way toward her father's case. "I think so."

Dumbledore's gaze never left her. "Then I can proceed with my lesson?" he asked, his tone lighter now, but his eyes still watching her with that knowing gleam.

Davina nodded eagerly, relieved to have the attention shifted back to something else. "Yes, please. You can continue."

With a small chuckle, Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, the twinkle in his eyes ever so slightly sharper as he turned back to the rest of the class, but for now, the crisis was averted.

It seemed as if the worst was over—until, in the next instant, the small bowtruckle, ever the little troublemaker, picked the lock on Albus Dumbledore's case and slipped inside. Davina's heart dropped as she exchanged a knowing glance with Newt. The color drained from his face, and it was clear—if that creature didn't get back into his pocket soon, Newt might just have a heart attack.

"We're getting him back, don't worry," Davina whispered with a reassuring smile, though her own nerves were starting to get the best of her. Every few seconds, she felt her father's gaze flicker in their direction, sharp and observant. She forced herself to act natural, but Newt was on edge, clearly struggling to hold it together.

Thirty minutes later, Dumbledore's lesson wrapped up. The students filed out, leaving only the two Dumbledores and Newt behind. Davina was still trying to stuff her books back into her bag, her eyes darting over to the case with growing curiosity and anxiety.

Newt's hands, slick with nerves, caused him to drop a pen. Dumbledore looked up from his work with a sly grin. "You seem to lose them all the time, don't you, Mr. Scamander?" he remarked, his tone teasing, but his gaze lingered on his daughter's too-obvious fixation on the case.

Davina, heart pounding, knew this was her moment. She took a deep breath and stepped forward toward her father's desk. The case sat open, and Dumbledore seemed oblivious as he began to clean the chalkboard.

"I, uh, have a question," Davina said, her voice calm despite the chaos inside. Both Dumbledores turned to her, their expressions curious. Albus continued to wipe the board, but his sharp eyes followed her every movement.

"Ask away," he said, his voice warm but tinged with suspicion. Newt, still standing at his desk, seemed to understand what Davina was doing. He took a little longer than necessary to tuck his last book into his bag, trying not to make a sound.

"Newt was wondering about next year's class... something about taking care of magical creatures?" Davina asked innocently, her eyes flicking between her father and Newt. Her father's gaze shifted from her to Newt, a slight furrow appearing in his brow.

Newt, understanding that he had to play along, nodded enthusiastically. "Y-yes, I wanted to know if there were any... more," he stammered, glancing at Davina for confirmation.

As if on cue, Davina's fingers inched closer to the closure of her father's case, her movements slow and deliberate. She unclipped it as carefully as she could, hoping Dumbledore wouldn't notice the subtle click.

Newt's nerves were on full display now—he fidgeted with his hands, stuttering more than usual. "I just wanted to be prepared for those lessons."

The case clicked open under Davina's fingers. She quickly but gently slipped the little green bowtruckle out and into her pocket, praying it would stay still. Her fingers closed the case just as silently.

Dumbledore turned back to her, a small smile on his face, though his eyes still seemed to measure her every move. She tapped her finger on the desk, the rhythmic sound of the click reverberating in the quiet room. Her father glanced at her fingers for a moment, his attention briefly diverted.

"I think you're well prepared, Mr. Scamander," Dumbledore said, turning back to Newt, who was visibly relieved. "Perhaps you've already read every book we have on the subject. Don't worry—you'll master the class with bravura."

Dumbledore grabbed his case and gave a subtle gesture for them to leave.

Newt and Davina wasted no time. As they hurried toward the door, something green caught the corner of Dumbledore's eye. But before he could register it, it was gone—vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Neither Newt nor Davina dared to look back. They simply kept walking, hearts pounding as they made their escape.

Or so it seemed because in the next moment the small bowtuckle picked the lock on her fathers case slipping inside the case. Davina gave Newt a knowing glance while Newt looked like he would have a heart attack if that magical creature didn't get back into his pocket.

"We're getting him back, don't worry" Davina assured him with a little smile. Still feeling her fathers gaze now and then Davina tried to act as normal as possible while Newt seemed to almost crack under the pressure.

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30 minutes later Dumbledore's lesson was over. The students were all leaving the classroom leaving only the two Dumbledores and Newt. Davina was trying to get all her books back into her bag while watching her fathers case with curiosity.

Newts slippery hands let him drop a pen. Albus Dumbledore looks at him in amusement "You seem to loose them all the time don't you?" He asked grinning slightly not failing to notice his daughters gaze in his case.

Thinking about an quick and effective plan Davina took a few steps in the direction of her father. His case now lying on the desk while he prepared to leave.

"Uhm, I have a question." both Dumbledore and Newt look at the girl in confusion. The older Dumbledore turns to clean the board while Davina leans against his desk right beside his case.

"Ask away" her father told her still suspicious by her behaviour. Newt also seemed to be interested in what she was doing because he still stood at his desk taking a long time to put his last book away.

"Newt wondered about the class next year. Something about taking care of magical creatures ?" She asked innocently her fathers gaze switching from her to Newt.

Newt clearly understood what the younger Dumbledore tried to do and went along with her plan.
"What do you want to know ?" Albus asked him happy about his interest.

Davina slowly let her fingers close around the clips of her fathers case clipping them
open as careful as possible.

Newt's nerves started to show as he stuttered more than usual fiddling with his hands. "I-I just wanted t-to know if there where any..." the case clicked under Davina's hands but her father didn't seemed to notice.

"more books that I could read about them for preparing for this class."Newt finished while glancing at Davina who just slipped the green little creature out of the case and into her pocket.

After that she closed the case silently and her father turned to look at her. She sent him a small smile while tapping her finger against the table imitating the sound of the click.

Albus looked at her tapping fingers and went back to the conversation with Newt.
"I think you're well prepared, Mr. Scamander. Could be possible you've already red every book we have about them. Don't worry you will master that class with bravura." Dumbledore snatched his case from his desk and made an gesture for the both of them to leave.

Newt and Davina quickly hurried out of the classroom as something green catches Dumbledore's eyes, but as soon as it came it was gone.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: What do you think about this chapter ? It's definitely the last one for today know. My thumbs are already hurting from writing.

Larah :)